#emon's muscle mommy (gamora great-bear)

[the-twisted-tales-tavern]

Gamora, on the way to challenge a dragon runs into a pack of dire wolves. Unfortunately for her, it's the middle of their mating season, and they want more than a fight from her.

If there was one thing Gamora knew for certain, it was that she would never live it down if someone else learned of what happened in these woods. She was a competent adventurer, after all—strong and mighty, gifted in combat, more than powerful enough to hold her own against even the mightiest of foes...and yet, she'd been bested. Not by a warrior or mythical beast, but a pack of dire wolves, of all things.

Of course, the question remained if she was more embarrassed by the defeat, or the consequences she was now living through.

The orcish warrior gasped and grunted, fingers dragging through the short grass and loamy earth she was pressed down into, her body jerking with each savage smack. It was hard enough to knock the breath from her lungs, and the feeling of the massive weight on her back held her firmly down, unable to pull herself back together. The panting snarl, the hot breath on her neck—it was all more than she could bear.

"F-Fuck~ n-nghh~ nooo~" Gamora moaned out—before she felt a large paw suddenly press on the back of her head and shove her face down into the dirt. The large grey dire wolf behind her—the leader of the pack—snarled at her sounds, and his hips bucked harder and rougher down into her, the clap echoing through the small hillside she'd been trekking through—and where he and his pack had found her, alone for the taking.

The wolf growled again, and his knot smacked even harder on her folds, making Gamora groan out helplessly—all her strength was useless in the moment, as she simply jerked with every thrust—silently pleading for it to be over, for it to be done, for her to be able to flee. Worst of all, she pleaded for the beast to grow bored of her before he knotted inside her—before his hot wolf cum erupted into her guts, stuffing her to the brim.

Because if he did that...she didn't know if she'd be able to walk away.

[the-twisted-tales-tavern]

Tavern Regular: Emon's Muscle Mommy

NAME: Gamora Great-Bear RACE: Orc CLASS: Monk (Way of Kensei)/Barbarian (Path of Bear Totem)

STR 18 (+4) INT 7 (-2) DEX 15 (+2) WIS 14 (+2) CON 20 (+5) CHA 12 (+1)

GENDER: Female (She/Her) AGE: 25 HEIGHT: 7'2" BACKGROUND: Outlander

BACKSTORY: Hailing from the wild frontiers of Tal'dorei, Gamora is known well for her warm and outspoken nature. Always the life of a party, she has traveled across the lands in search of her own fortune and family, seeking the company of those just as bombastic as her. She never backs down from a challenge, whether that be a dragon bashing down the city gates, or a goliath looking to make her scream.